Scourge Necromancer Novels & Stories

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Come get me. Long moments passed with only Liora’s soft chanting and their fast heartbeats. Then the air grew cold and the hair on Liora’s arms bristled. Silver signs flickered. It was here. No shadows. No whispers. The air in front of Ash tore, and a figure stepped through. The Scourge, in its purest form, is a being of swirling void with two sharp green lights for eyes. It was the cancer they fought, made real.

“Do you really think all I had been doing in the past few years was play hide and seek with you and your lord? The magic that was used to bring night to this world wasn’t dark magic, even though it included living sacrifices. It was a curse. And Nyx Scythe is the only weapon gifted to the sorcizens by the god of death himself. That weapon can cut through and tear apart any curse…” Kaltain broke into laughter. “You are such a clown. To use the scythe to cut through a curse, you need to provide more mana to the scythe than the mana that was used to being that curse to life.” “I know.” He laughed even louder. “And you think you can pull that off? Even clowns know when to stop kidding around. Th

Even now, the Scourge could feel her power stirring, that sacred light they had long buried deep beneath layers of earth and bone. And the Scourge hated the light. It gnawed at them like acid, slithered between their teeth like poison. That light had once destroyed them. It was the seed of their undoing and she carried the last of it, the fragile spark that could consume everything. The vessel stirred from the swamp root of their creation, a body began to form shaped in bone and brimstone, etched with decay and whispered curses. The Scourge funneled themselves into it, bit by bit, until the air grew cold and the birds forgot to sing.

“With aura that lashes around you like the tendrils of a plant and a violent heart that sees destruction wherever it is laid, you received the title of Red Rose when the world knew nothing of Barbarians. You truly are worthy of your title as the strongest Barbarian. But…” Chief Priest Kaka lifted his hands as he spoke. His rings glowed brightly as the fallen bodies of the Wind Demons that Red Rose had just obliterated came alive once more! “I am a Necromancer. If you are Red Rose, then I am the black fog that will block the rays of the sun from getting to you.”

He tumbled along the ground and stopped motionless, lying like a broken doll. “No!” I didn’t even realize at first that it was me who had cried out. Was he dead? No, his soul wasn’t flying away! And even if it was, I would get it back. I was a necromancer, dammit. Rage and desperation flashed inside me, and my other half got the upper hand. Instead of banishing the devourers with my necromantic power, I immolated them with a stream of scorching flames. It didn’t really matter anymore, though.

The insects had stopped their chirping, and the wind had died down to a stagnant breath. From the darkness of a hollowed-out oak, two glowing, amber eyes ignited. It wasn't a wolf. It was a Scourge-Bear—a creature corrupted by the dark magic that bled from the Shadow Packs to the north. It stood eight feet tall, its fur matted with a black, oily substance that smelled of rot.

“If a person lacked these things and was instead ruled by fear, the blank tiles could instantly change into Downfall tiles—ones marked with signs for Pestilence, Downfall, or Misfortune. Drawing one of these tiles forces you to return all your tiles back into the pile. Then you must start again.” He looked back up at us, his gaze somber, eyes intensely black and probing. “Of course, if your soul is plagued by deeper, blacker things—cowardice, jealousy, envy, greed, hate, or evil—the blank tiles could summon any of the Four Sacred Beasts or even worse, Chiao, ending the game and exacting the Price.” Silence.

She was the strongest witch from her clan, and I was her powerful hybrid child, until they came. The witch who had prepared the Anthurium must have known who I was, and surely had enough grudge against me and my mother to go to that lengths. To perform such a strong potion, a sorcerer must be willing to sacrifice a decade worth of their power - for a decade they will have no power and be unable to conjure up spells and someone had willingly done that in exchange for our death. I was going to find that person, and I was going to make death the easy way out for them. I flung the dead squirrel as far as I could, and with the back of my hand, I wiped my mouth before turning slowly to Damon. A wh

he asked, reminding her of the good ol’ days when the two of them would take on the world with hardly more than a general idea of what they were up against and nothing to lose. “Utilize the chimney for an advanced team. Create a diversion. Send as many troops in from as many directions as possible. Pray they don’t have a lot of those damn scandium bullets, even though I know they will.” “Emma’s not done with her full body armor yet, but she does have several dozen chest plates and helmets. Mikali picked them up on his way here.” Jo arched an eyebrow. That was good information to have. “That will help.” He nodded. “Lucas has called in as many Souled Vampires as he can. We’re up to about sixty